Tryst with Tiramisu

'Yeah, it's good! But it's raining!' I said. 'You should relish Europe as much as you can.' He replied. Relish; that one word suddenly triggered my usual midnight hunger pangs. I sneaked down the elevator to the hotel lobby towards the restaurant, where the mid aged bespectacled waiter, already laying the tables for tomorrow's breakfast spread, informed … Continue reading Tryst with Tiramisu

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The Local Tourist

I can never forget the look on her face as she entered the Duomo. She seemed as much as in awe of the beauty of the high ceilings, tall pillars, long stained glass as I was. Her eyes were fixated at the carvings of Mother Mary, tenderly holding baby Jesus in her lap, and mine … Continue reading The Local Tourist